Aw JEEEEZE, Babes?! I shrieked when the ice-cold touch of the tin can touched the back of my neck, releasing me from the trance I had been in looking at the p.c.s screen as if the words would type themselves.

Sorry! she giggled, not really being sorry for getting my attention in her usual way. Her bare arm reached around my peripheral view and set the Pepsi down on the cork coaster beside the empty can that had been drained an hour earlier. Whatcha working on? she said, slowly combing my hair with her fingernails. I just cant figure out a way to get these two chapters connected, I told her without turning my gaze away from the screen. Theyre related, but I just can seem to find the link to make one flow after the other. Stop beating yourself up, Todd. Youll get it. You always do.

Massaging the kinks out of my shoulders, she leaned over and teasingly toyed the back of my neck, the damp spot left by the condensation from the Pepsi can. I felt a sudden tickle that didnt feel like a tongue, so I brushed my hand back, but caught only thin air.

How could there be a fly in here, I thought.

Its the first week of January, and the window hasnt been open in months. And just as my fingers resumed the familiar home key posture, that tickle hit me again in two different spots at the same time.

Her hands touched the sides of my head then and pulled me back. Mmmmm I moaned, resting the back of my head in the valley of her breasts as her hands returned to the tightness between my shoulder blades. Looks like another writers block today! I smiled, spinning around on Grannys old piano stool that I use instead of a chair when Im working. Somehow forcing myself to be uncomfortable when I write, makes it easier to focus on the writing. I had already figured out that she was bare-chested, but when I spun around to plant my face where the back of my head had been, I noticed that her breasts werent the only part of her that was bare. The only thing she was wearing was that smile that sexy smile that makes me melt. Yup writers block for sure today! I smiled again, touching each of her breasts with each of my hands, then cupping them firmly, but gently. Still squeezing, I softly kissed each hardened nipple in turn. The bulge in my cut-off sweat pants was quickly becoming just as hard as those bits between my lips. My hands slid down her sides to her smooth legs, then slowly roamed to her thighs, then to her bum, while my mouth remained content enjoying the appetizer of the fine meal she had obviously been preparing.

Her fingers kept combing my hair, holding my head tight against her chest. She moaned sweetly, and without looking, I could tell she had dipped her head back with her eyes closed. I moved my hands to the small of her back, and locked my fingers together. Just holding her then. My cheek riding the ebb and flow of her breath beneath her skin the thunder of her heart beat filling my ear. Just wanted to hold her like that remembering all the moments together even before we finally met. And cherishing the memories of things we havent even experienced yet like hand-in-hand walks at sunset through the gently rolling surf as it inches its way to high tide body-to-body slow dancing to familiar tunes Unchained Melody and I Know Youre Out There Somewhere and Sounds of Silence and Peaceful Easy Feeling Just wanted to hold her, if for no other reason than to reassure myself that she was really here and not the words and digital images I had only been able to see on the computer not long ago. Are you ready for the main course Babes? she whispered, reaching around her to take my hands.

She kissed me lightly on the lips then as I stood up to embrace her with the full force of my strength. My favorite green pocket tee-shirt slipped over my head and landed on the floor in front of the television as that commercial for Johnsons Baby Shampoo rambled on unnoticed.

Bare chests now feeling each others heart beats, our gazes froze on each other as if we were having the exact same thought at exactly the same time: No more tears.

I do want to love you forever, I finally said. You know that, dont you? Yes. She kissed me quick then, and gently broke free of our embrace. She strolled to the coffee table in front of the sofa and bent over straight-legged to pick up the remote, all the while keeping her stare on me and toying a finger.

The baby shampoo ad ended in a sudden blip on the darkened television screen, and using what had been the target for her tongue as she stood to face me, she motioned me to her with that curled index finger come-hither motion.

Shirtless and barefoot, with a tent for a crotch in my cut-offs, I hurried those few steps and picked up, cradling her as though she was my bride crossing our threshold for the first time. She giggled all the way to our bedroom, arms wrapped around my neck, legs swinging alternately at the knees. She had been preparing dinner that was for sure. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dim, flickering light cast by at least twenty red candles perched in different spots around the room. The beds down comforter was carpeted with rose pedals whites, pinks, reds. And her feminine scent, my favorite perfume, hung in the air like that familiar fragrance at the cosmetic counter of any fine department store.

Yes, I declared to myself. She is really here. And she is with me.

I laid her on the bed in the same way someone might lay a delicate flower on a park bench. Her eyes followed my hands as I slipped my cut-offs to my ankles and stepped out of them. We met again in a tight embrace, tongues dancing in each others mouths. She was by this time not just combing my hair with her fingernails, she was digging my scalp. My mouth went back to the appetizers briefly, then suddenly, she pulled my face back into view of her own. Uh-uh youve already had the appetizers dinner is served! she said, pushing my head to that part of her body where the legs spread.

And her legs were spread wide. Her smooth and trimmed pubic patch, glistening with her wetness, greeted my hungry lips and I dined. Fine dining and even second-helpings of this meal wasnt enough.

Her personal place was like a piece of hard candy between my lips and against my tongue. A sweet piece of candy that could be sucked until eternity without getting any smaller. The hot, damp tunnel inside swallowed my probing, darting mouth organ to the point that I thought I would surely suffocate with my nose pressed against her personal place in order that my tongue could slip deeper inside.

Her labia quivered as my wide toys swiped them repeatedly from her bum to her personal place. And suddenly, her womanhood wasnt the only thing quaking. Her legs bent at the knees, and enclosed my head like a vise her back arched and her bum bounced on the rolling waves of the waterbed. Her fingers clawed my neck and shoulders reaching without success to drag themselves across my back. Then, without warning, I felt my head snap back, freeing my face from the soft wetness between her clenched thighs. She screamed. HAVE SOME DESSERT NOW!!! DAMMIT!!! And I did we did. And, like those old Maxwell House coffee ads, her tight squeezes made sure it was good to the last drop